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Tweak says, "Feel the burn"

inmyownworld (inmyownworld) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-11 17:55:00

Current music:	Fort Minor- "Feel Like Home"
Entry tags:	!dropped, day 10, l lawliet, location: gym, merope gaunt, open

These Days Are Dark, and The Nights Are Cold, People Acting Like They Lost Their Souls
Who: L Lawliet, Merope, and open to a doctor? House maybe?
What: They made it to the gym!
Where: The remains of the gym
When: Around 6:00 PM
Rating: TBD
Status: Active

L opened his eyes slowly, not remembering how he'd gotten where he was, but knowing that it was far better than where he'd been. However, the drowsy relief didn't last long; he still had a shovel in his side, and pain was beginning to crash against the inside of his skull like waves against the shore in Maine. He moaned quietly, not expecting to be heard but hoping he would be. From what he could see and hear, others were in bad shape, too, and he just had to be patient.

Not trusting himself to sit up on his cot, he glanced around as best he could, his eyes clouded with pain, hoping that a doctor would do something about his horrific appendage.

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heartache
2009-06-12 12:15 am UTC (link)

Merope had been resting for a good long hour from where she was, when she woke up, she saw L. Her eyes opened and she took a chair with wheels nearby and took her time to struggle to get to L's side that didn't have the shovel shoved inside him. While she was in her own discomfort, L seemed to be alone without much comfort other than the sounds of his own moaning.

Moving closer, she she moved her arm over his chest, around his head and lightly stroked his hair and said nothing. If anything, she was offering him silent affection.

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inmyownworld
2009-06-12 12:30 pm UTC (link)

Out of the corner of his eye, L could see a pale face and dark hair, and his heart leapt as he thought that it could be Laura at last. She was all right, she had made it out in time, she was...

The hand against his sweat-sticky forehead, and the fingers playing with his damp hair, were warm. The hope that had flared in his spirit a moment before was calmed, and he turned his eyes towards his fellow Night Watch widow. Another soul whose partner was so often missing from her side.

"Merope... how..." he started to talk, but stopped when he could feel blood welling up in his mouth again and leaking at the corners of his mouth. Trying and failing to turn away from Merope, not wanting to scare the sensitive girl, he put a hand over his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut, his tears only making it as far as his dark eyelashes.

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heartache
2009-06-13 12:24 am UTC (link)

She took slow, deep breaths while she laid beside him, taking it easy. Merope raised her eyes when he said her name and saw that he was in much discomfort,"It's okay, I'm here. I won't leave you." Her eyes occasionally went to Rorschach and she frowned, needing to go and offer him whatever she had left.

Her delicate fingernails stroke his head as lovingly as she possibly could. "You don't have to talk." She moved her head back down and rested it on his shoulder,"You'll be okay."

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inmyownworld
2009-06-13 03:08 pm UTC (link)

L took several long, slow breaths through his nose, trying not to think about the damage that had been done to that spot just under his ribs. The lowest ones were cracked, and he could only guess at what else the shovel had disturbed. It was his right side, so... liver? Large intestine? Was his body being rushed with wastes and toxins?

It wasn't Merope's place to promise him that she wouldn't leave. Even if she understood better than anyone what it meant to be left, he couldn't allow her to make that promise to him when his life could be drawing to an end. Staring up at her, he shook his head slowly back and forth before grabbing a piece of paper and pencil next to his cot. The page was torn from his journal, since he had nothing else.

Laura. Please don't forget what I asked you to tell Laura, he wrote, his hand wavery and light.

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vicodin_snark
2009-06-14 11:32 am UTC (link)

It was taking House longer than usual to get around to patient after patient. And, at the rate he was going, he was going to burn through his stash of vicodin, not to mention his secret stash of vicodin he'd squirrelled away. The secret-secret stash, however, was still safe for now. Both legs burning, House was making his way around to patients, trying not to grumble.

This was why he had created nurses, dammit. He was the diagnostician and, unfortunately, an earthquake wasn't interesting. Broken leg: result from earthquake. Lacerations: result from the earthquake. All came as a result of the earthquake. Still, there were few doctors and more people around and House knew his duty -- even if he'd bitch about it.

"Well," he said, hobbling up to the two, leaning heavily on his cane, "Looks like yet another victim of... let me guess..." House rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Let's go with an earthquake! Am I right?" He looked back and forth between the two. "so, what's seems to be the problem?"

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heartache
2009-06-15 02:51 am UTC (link)

When she saw someone come by with a cane, her heart felt for him and she sought to get up. Before she did, her hand took the paper and she stroked L's head before a kiss was given and she offered the chair with a open hand. Merope coudn't stand very much longer and she took the edge of his bed near his upper body so there wasn't any weight.

The girl on the other hand was grey-skinned, deathly pale and a long gash on her arm, not yet looked at and only in a sling for the time being. Merope couldn't move her arm at all, she suspected a break but didn't really know so she kept quiet, although the out of place bones said it probably was.

"...Y-es, you are.." She nodded, frowning. "I don't know, but...please?" She pleaded with her strange, different shaded colour eyes.

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inmyownworld
2009-06-15 04:01 pm UTC (link)

L glanced up as he heard a harsh, almost mocking voice sarcastically pointing out the obvious. If he'd been himself, and awake and too proud to admit that he was screwed, he would have returned the man's attitude with something equally snide, but, as it was, he was completely at the mercy of others.

What else is new, computer detective?

He was dimly aware of Merope stroking his head and kissing him (maybe the last one he would ever receive?), and of the girl managing to pull up a chair for who he hoped was a doctor.

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vicodin_snark
2009-06-30 12:06 am UTC (link)

If this was anywhere else, House would have said something when it came to the coloured eyes but as he'd met a woman with heel-springs and various other ilk during the past few days, he wasn't going to discount anything. A home of the freaks or something like that.

Or it could be -- no, no diagnosing now. Look at what was going on first. The male first as, well, blood took precedence. House (gingerly) lowered himself to the floor, kneeling beside the cot. "Lift your shirt," he barked at L, noting the congealing blood along the side. "I need to see the extent of your injuries. Unless you want to, oh, tell me what happened?"

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	heartache 2009-07-06 05:08 am UTC (link)
	The moment that House kneeled, she was much better. She leaned off of L a little more, offering his head soft, loving strokes. Merope looked at the doctor in hopes that he would eventually tell her if L could be saved, being that she wasn't a doctor, she couldn't do very much at all. Moving forward, she lifted the shirt easily for the doctor and set back down. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

inmyownworld
2009-07-08 06:10 am UTC (link)

Blood did tend to take precendence in dire cases, being dramatic and dangerous, and L had lost a perilous amount of it. While he knew that Merope was there, comforting him as well as she could, and that there was a doctor at last who could end his suffering one way or another, only one thought really cut through his foggy brain. Where was Laura? Why wasn't she here, to say goodbye if he really was beyond help?

At the doctor's curt order to lift his shirt, L reached toward the hem, realizing that it would actually be easier to peel the cotton away from the sticky, drying blood around the shovel blade than to open his mouth and try to explain. Fortunately, Merope was there to do it for him. Her lack of squeamishnesh somewhat astounded L. Even he couldn't look directly at the shovel in his side without wanting to pass out.

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